Shit-
Ok you're probably wondering why I just swore-
I'm in a pickle and a half. B A S I C A L L Y, I have Mr. Beardmore last lesson on a Monday. Yeah? And what happened was I went to him to ask him about the Whit Friday performance we are meant to be doing.
(He's a music teacher)
SO-
He said come into his cupboard and wait for him there while he was getting a letter that had all of the information about it so be could tell me.
Unfortunately, he locked the door.
F u c k.
So now, I'm stuck in his cupboard.
Great.
What do I do?
Fuuckkkkkkk.
Welp it was nice knowing ya wattpad.
BUT WAIT-
He didn't come back, I was hearing shit.
"Shit what am I gonna dooo-"
I look in the corner of the room where there are a stack of dusty, crusty, violin cases with god knows what on them.
"WELL I GUESS IM LIVING OFF CRUSTY VIOLIN DUST FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!"
Hope I get out alive.
Peace ✌
See you in the next blog.
-A random git in the mhhs band.
